Fleur
Noah didn’t crush me under him, but he didn’t move his lips from mine either.
It was a primal kiss, one that was hungry with all the anger and hurt of the last few years.
Noah kissed me like I was the oxygen in his lungs. Like he was addicted to me and needed me to survive but that was the way it had always been between us. Since the moment he had first kissed me all those years ago.
Back then I had been a girl, and I had been totally in love with him. I wasn’t a young girl anymore. I knew what I was doing. I was still in love with him. Even when I was as angry with him as a person could be with another person, I still loved him.
Gripping the hair on the back of his head in my fists I held his face to mine, at the same time angling my hips up to meet his.
The movement w
